Luyện nghe bài hát Morticiachair

Now, talk about the time
I had this in my apartment
Right there in front of the room
As an open to strangers
(A cold machine show)

Smiling like a
Waiting for a telephone call of a feline
She is in a state and California
She's been there for a while

I've got no
got no presents

Drop the phone, take the
And come back again
Drop the phone, take the
And come back home

Drop the phone, the plane
And come back again
Drop the phone, take the
And back home again
Drop the phone, the plane
And come back again

She knows she rolls
she goes for the doorknob
She knows where she
When she for the doorknob

By the of my second car crash I got totally wired
Like in the days I cut up with a razor-blade
Oh nostalgia, lost myself in so ways
I didn't know what to of him

Ah, maybe I too much, I don't think so
Fell madly in love with a couple of ears
It's a variation
Had and boring conversations about nothing
Talked so much, I myself to death
And the more I talk, the I turn into a vegetable

God, I'm a fool

She knows she rolls
When she goes for the
She knows where she
When she for the doorknob

She where she rolls
When she goes for the
She knows she rolls
she goes for the doorknob

I'll behave, you shame me?
I'm into deep, you shame me?
I'll behave, won't you me?
I'm into deep, you shame me?

of orange, orange
Little Christ, I'm in her bath-tub,
Consulted, consulted,

She where she rolls
she goes for the doorknob
She knows she rolls
When she goes for the

She knows she rolls
she goes for the doorknob
She knows where she
When she goes for the

behave, won't you shame me?
I'm into deep, you shame me?
I'll behave, won't you me?
I'm into deep, you shame me?

I'll behave, won't you me?
I'm into deep, you shame me?
behave, won't you shame me?
I'm into deep, you shame me?

Information,
I'm bored,